Chapter 7

Gwen's mind raced as her lips pressed hard against Courtney's, her hands wrapped around the Type-A's head, pulling her close. Every inch of Gwen's body tingled with excitement as a rush of endorphins flowed through her. An intense pleasure overwhelmed her mind as she stood there, locked in a tight embrace with the young overachiever. She had done it. She had crossed a line she knew should never be crossed. She had finally, and at long last, expressed her feelings for Courtney, and now, through that sea of endorphins, a single, overpowering thought rushed to the forefront of her mind.

Oh God! What have I done!

A rush of panic swept through Gwen as the young goth pulled herself from the sweet embrace, backing away as Courtney tried to regain her composure; her cheeks flushed with excitement, her hair a mess due to Gwen's fondling, her mind filled with confusion, as well as something else, something she couldn't quite put her finger on . . .

. . . excitement?

"I . . . I'm . . . I'm sorry." Gwen finally spoke, her own pale skin red with embarrassment as she tried to flee.

"Wait! Gwen, stop!" Courtney yelled, grabbing her roommate by the wrists.

"I . . . I should go."

"Go where, Gwen? You live here."

"Please, just let go of me."

"Just calm down, Gwen."

"I said let go!" Gwen screamed, pulling her hands free as she reached for the door.

"No!" Courtney yelled, wrapping her arms around the goth girl's waist and pulling her back. The two girls struggled for dominance, Gwen's arms flailing as she tried to break free while Courtney stumbled trying to contain the goth girl's outburst. With a thud, the two landed on Courtney's bed as the Type-A girl rolled Gwen over and sat on top of her waist.

"Will you just relax, already!" Courtney yelled, grabbing Gwen's wrists, pinning her to the mattress.

"You know, for a goth, you're pretty high strung!"

"Leave me alone!" Gwen shouted. "Isn't it bad enough I just humiliated myself? Can't you just let me leave with a little dignity? I'm sorry for what I just did, okay! Can't we just pretend it never-"

It was then that Courtney bent down and kissed the panic stricken goth softly on the lips.

Gwen's eyes rolled back with pleasure as Courtney slid her eager tongue into the goth girl's mouth, effectively shutting her up. Gwen stared in astonishment as Courtney broke the kiss, slowly rising back into a seated position.

"I'm going to let go of your hands now. Have you calmed down?" Courtney asked. "Do you promise not to try and attack me?"

Gwen tried to speak, but the words would not come. She could only nod her head softly in agreement.

"Good." Courtney let go of Gwen's arms. The goth girl just laid there, too shocked and confused to put up any resistance. Slowly, she began to speak.

"You mean . . . you . . . you feel the same way that I-"

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you felt this way?" Courtney asked. "I want to know."

Gwen paused. She never thought she would be doing this, let alone while being pinned to a mattress.

"Since All-Stars." She finally confessed. "At first it was . . . Hell, I didn't know what it was! It just felt so . . . right! For the first time, everything just seemed to make sense, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Courtney cracked a small smile which quickly faded. "So, when you found out about the chart . . . It wasn't just that I tried to trick you, was it?"

". . . No." Gwen cried. "No, it was more than that."

Gwen stared deeply into Courtney's eyes. "I trusted you. I thought that the two of us . . . I thought 'we' meant more than just that stupid show or its money, because . . . "

Gwen paused, unable to speak the words. She could only lay there, looking up at Courtney, waiting for a response.

"I didn't feel the same way . . . not at first," said Courtney. "It wasn't until I got back home that I . . . that I started to miss you." Courtney straightened herself up as she pushed her hair back behind her right ear. In the dim glow of the dorm room lighting, Gwen couldn't help but notice how incredibly beautiful she looked.

"Even then, I didn't understand what I was feeling, but I know that what we had back then . . . It was special; different from anything else I'd felt before . . .

". . . and I ruined it."

Courtney began to tear up. Even while crying, she was still gorgeous.

"I didn't even know what we had, but I knew I ruined it, and I felt awful." She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I tried to forget. I tried to pretend it never happened. I tried to move on, but fate just had to bring you back into my life."

Courtney looked down at Gwen, still pinned to the bed.

"It wasn't until you ran out earlier that I started to put the pieces together. I started to ask myself what those feelings were, and why you mean so much to me, and now, here you are."

Courtney paused, afraid of what she was going to say next.

"I'm going to ask you one more question. So, please, be honest with me." Courtney stopped to regain her composure. She looked into Gwen's eyes. Finally, she spoke.

"Do you love me?"asked Courtney. "Do you love me, Gwen?

. . .

". . . Yes," Gwen whispered. "I love you, Courtney."

. . .

The Type-A girl flashed a devilish grin. "Good . . . because I love you, too."

Courtney bent down and pressed her lips to Gwen's. The goth girl wrapped her arms around her new lover, bringing her in closer. The two girls' tongues danced around each other's as their hands probed every inch of their bodies. Finally, Courtney sat back up as the two girls gasped for air.

"Okay?" Courtney smiled.

"Okay." Gwen laughed.

The two girls giggled with joy over their new found relationship.

"Okay. So, can you get off of me now?" Gwen asked as she tried to lift herself off the bed, only to be forced back down by Courtney's hands.

"Hmm . . . No."

"No? What do you mean, no?" Gwen asked.

"I mean 'No'," Courtney repeated, her fingers tracing the curves of Gwen's body.

"Wa-Wait . . . What are you doing?" The nervous goth asked.

"Courtney chuckled. "Did you know I was once in a band called The A-Type Psychotic Crazies?"

"Yeah . . . So?"

"So . . ." Courtney said as she tore open Gwen's blouse, revealing the purple and black bra underneath.

So, I like to be the one in control.